"Bill, remind me why we're robbing a six-year-old's birthday party?" "Easy money, Molly. Kids get cash, gift cards, fancy toys." "We're literally taking candy from babies." "Technically, we're taking presents from children. Completely different." "Oh, that makes it so much better. What's our exit strategy?" "Bounce house. We'll blend in with the other bouncing adults." "Bill, we're forty-something career criminals. I don't think we'll blend." "Speak for yourself. I've been practicing my kid voice. Want to hear?" "Please no." "Hi there, mister! Can I have some cake?" "That's terrifying. You sound like a possessed ventriloquist dummy." "Thank you! I've been working on it." "It wasn't a compliment. How do we even get in?" "Clown costumes. I borrowed two from my cousin Vinny." "The one with the gambling problem?" "No, the one with the face tattoos." "Great. Nothing suspicious about face-tattooed clowns at a children's party." "You worry too much, Molly. What could go wrong?" "Everything, Bill. Literally everything."